Muffin has a history with illness; a much more storied, dangerous, and exacting one than mine. Our friendship began when our bodies were strong and our spirits unstoppable. We’re so thankful now that we were reckless, and lived dangerously and fully back then. Now we’re so careful, so precise, and so used to premeditating physical complications and energy black holes. This recipe is from her, and for her.

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I had a network of talented bakers that I interacted with regularly, was part of baking circles and recipe swaps, and eagerly combed through various websites on a constant basis every morning. I loved blogging, and I’m thankful for what it brought into my life. Like the chance to make some new virtual friends and occasionally write a recipe for their wildly successful blogs.

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A while back, when I had aspirations of combining my theatre training and gluten-free baking, I did a series of videos for E:How’s Cooking Guide; recipes they requested and a video dude came out to shoot in the kitchen of my childhood home.

Since then I’ve decided I prefer staying behind the scenes and writing about other people who make food, hence my work shifting primarily to its home on WordsFoodArt and my lagging behind with new recipes here. Trust me, I’m still baking. I’m just not quite as focused on taking photos and writing things up. But more Madeleines are on their way, as well as some vanilla almond crepes that have been making my weekends just delightful.

Until then, here’s the first of the 10 E:How videos I’ll be putting up here in the weeks to come!

– Jacqueline

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I write about food people for websites and magazines, I bake with alternative ingredients, and I hug trees. White oaks, especially.
You can find me with my nose in a book in a teashop, working off the prosciutto with my pup in Riverside Park, or carrying cast iron pots of formidable weight up and down the subway steps (you never know when you're gonna need one).